This is a song about "Mc chan has a hairy arsehole"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

You never seen heard smelled or met a real mc

I'm the walking dead baby, i'm the only a-mc.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

That was my impression of jackie chan because he's a korean man

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Girl listen, trying to position

With hairy and primitive skin

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

A fucken mc drinking a gay tea his name is a k e

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)